Once Upon A Tale


Well… It has been a while since the last few story threads. Feel free to check out the last few threads for the previous Once Upon A Time stories. Felt like starting a new fresh thread.

Here’s the basics to writing a story together

  • Write at least 3 words to add to the story.
  • Linkin Park characters may be harmed but cannot die.
  • Killing someone’s character without their approval is a not done thing: ask before you kill them.
  • If you need to write something Off Topic down [unrelated to the story], please make sure you first add a few words or lines to the story and then followed with OT and your message.
  • Be respectful.
  • Let’s keep everything as fictional as possible.
  • Anyone may join at any given time. Don’t be shy :slight_smile:
  • after each 100th post, the poster has to do something special to celebrate.
  • You may add pictures, GIFS or other media too.

Ok. Let’s try this one more time then.


In a far away land


Winter had taken over.


Coating the land in a veil of glistening snow


…the air spreaded so clear, it was nearly down 10°…

[ot hi gatsie, jeah, seems time to be a new story, hope to meet ya more often on, seem that you´ve got a lil free times? How the service develops?)


A man stood on top of a hill, gazing down at this winter wonder land. In an attempt to save this awesome moment forever and ever, he drew his iphone out and snapped a selfie.

[OT: @The_early_walker Yeah, figured to hang around here at the LPU while recovering from a lame ass flu :slight_smile: Really hope this story thread will last longer :smiley: Prepping for Christmas is going fine I guess… How bout you, dear?]


Standing there, looking at the recently taken selfie, he realised that there is nothing that can capture the beauty of the majestic mountains, the way his breath touches the cold air, the way his eyes capture the beauty around him, shifting his lips into a smile…

[OT: turned out longer than expected lol]


Then suddenly the echoes of a ghastly voice sounded.

“Mike… Mike!!” it said.

It made his hair stand on end as chills ran down his spine. With his heart raging in his throat, he looked around the winter wonder land to find where the voice came from. But all he saw was…

An ugly snowman…

[OT: I prefer the longer posts, so creative :smile: ) ]


But the fear faded as soon as Mike heard snowman’s plea for help.
“Help Mike. The sun is up and is shining bright.
I will melt, and vanish if you don’t do something right.
Be quick, put me out of this misery.
Think something, hurry, hurry, HURRY!!!”

[OT: The snowman can speak only in rhymes.
@gatsie Hope you are well now.]


“Hey man”, Mike speaks to himself, totally confused, trying to focus himself,

He looked another time at the rappin´snow´man in his melting desaster, “You spoke to me man, or do I hear voices?”


Mike bent down and picked up a card in the snow:

[OT: you made me change my profile pic, & @The_early_walker I thought the other time U said u don’t wanna have anymore story series?]


“Please Mike, no time to waste
I really don’t want to die today!”

Sounded the plea of the snowman in rhyme.

Mike tried to think of a solution. How was he going to help the snowman from melting to death? All Mike had with him was his backpack, his snowboard and his phone.

[OT: I’m slowly getting better @amitrish, thanks for asking :smile: How are you? ]


There he saw a cover, he clamp the cover as a sun shield at first, the snowman was only melting on, rhyming “fresh snow man, if you can, man, give fresh snow man if you can, man”, and so mike began to buildt up the melting parts as fast as he could with fresh, hard snow, the stability of the snow man becommes stronger…
@samuel_the_leader: the headt is round for changing, you know ?!


"Argghhh, there’s no more snow!"

OT: yup I need to change the head, The profile pic chin got cut off


“No wait, hold on!” Mike yelped as he tried to shove what was left of the snowman in his backpack and tried to rush to the nearest house in the hopes to find a refrigerator.

When he reached the house, he knocked desperatly on the door. The door swung open and…


Chester was like, “Haha u like that?” and gave Mike this Xmas postcard:

:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing:


“CHESTER, HELP! THERE’S A MELTING SNOWMAN IN MY BACKPACK!” Mike yelped as he rushed inside and ran into the kitchen.

“Mike… Did you try snorting the snow again? Did you freeze your brain?” Chester asked, scratching his head.


Mike was surprised


when he placed the backpack on the kitchen counter to unzip it, only to find that there was no melting snowman inside. He felt like such an idiot.



But he wondered what happened?